Moving pictures autobiography of malcolm

Looking back at this memoir, I feel that I actually really enjoyed it. I learned a lot from it about what being an alcoholic is like and what being a sensitive person can come to. At the time that I was reading the book, I had a range of responses and emotions. Some of the interlude pieces seemed fluffy to me, but, then, as I learned more about MacGraw, I realized how far she had come. To write a fluffy interlude piece was a big deal for her. Her mind was finally quiet enough to be able to observe and enjoy fluff in life. I also felt annoyed at times that MacGraw was so insecure, weak, so caught up in trying to keep or get a man. All she wanted for a long time was just to have a man, almost didn't matter who. It amazes me how celebrities can sometimes be the most insecure. I don't think it would be inaccurate to say she was kind of a mess (and I don't like saying these kinds of things about people). I am a big Bob Evans fan, and I couldn't help but thinking that she made a big mistake in taking up with Steve McQueen. He didn't permit her to work in what were her hottest years, and she's ultimately broke now because of it. Good for McGraw though for being honest and both copping to that her marriage with Steve was anything but great and had its share of artifice and dishonesty and also for admitting nonetheless that, despite all the abuse she took from him and heartache, she still was (and maybe still is) desperately in love with him and had such a strong, sparking attraction. She said she cheated on Evans with Steve because she was pretty sure Evans was going to cheat on her so she wanted to do it first. Evans may or may not have cheated, but reading that it was MacGraw's insecurity that caused the affair and the demise of a good marriage to the father of her son was almost humbling to read and very sad. Her dependence on alcohol and admission that she is an alcoholic was also surprising. You think celebrities have it all, but they don't. It almost made me laugh that we look up so much to celebrities, but they are exponentially more troubled and misguided than we can imagine. I was disappointed MacGraw did not talk about her time at Wellesley more. As a fellow Wellesley alum, I was looking forward to that. I think that it is presumed/assumed that Wellesley was a good experience for the young daughter of hippie but controlling parents. She certainly had a fascinating career as a photographer's assistant before she became a famous actress. She put together amazing photo shoots and found odd props. It was funny to think of MacGraw schlepping around NYC in her 20s and then taking on acting at the ripe, old age of Anyway, good but sad book. She writes about her 30 day stay at the Betty Ford Clinic with great honesty. For anyone curious about that, this is a great read.